Optimum

“At least finish a thread…any thread , possible there. Elsewhere, who is there, what do you say?”

I wanted to finish the full plate. A full blown half plate singing in praise of the breakfast. Bread melting like butter. Fried egg scrambled like dispersed clouds of salted desire to belong anywhere. And without hodge podge needs any further words.

I saw a new word.

And what is that?

I indexed my words, bottled up woody wood pecker. I did not learn . I will never learn there. Not in this life.

“Optimum.” I responded.